Lately I’m been dwelling a little on my weight. Don’t get me wrong, there won’t be any ‘woe is me’ style sympathy posts on these pages. I’m well aware at a size 10 I’m hardly pushing the scales towards obesity. However, I am heavier than I prefer to be. And again, don’t get me wrong, I’m not aspiring towards a size zero. I’d be more than chuffed if I could shift half a stone!
*Image Credit – I’m a Revolutionary Dreamer
Everybody is different in terms of what size (or shape – who gives a toss about what size clothes you buy?!) they are happy at and for me it’s all about my clothes. I simply don’t ever have time, or frankly the inclination, to stand around looking at myself in the mirror in my smalls and critique my less than favourite bits. Why would you do that to yourself? But at the weight I’m at now, the clothes I would usually buy are just not fitting right… they’re that little bit tight, there’s a muffin top overhang on my jeans and my boobs are literally busting out all over. If I go up a size then that’s too big and I hate when clothes are too big, so I’ve got the option of either slimming down (long overdue) or buying a whole new wardrobe and as much as I love clothes, that’s financially not an option!!
I blame my newly sedentary lifestyle on the stone in weight I’ve gained since I got married, I’ve changed jobs and spend the bulk of my time sitting down now whereas I used to always be on my feet. That and being busier means I’ve let the gym go, so both of these are contributing to my expanding backside.
Time to shift it.
But why am I not aiming for my wedding weight? Well, looking back I was far too thin then and I’m not in love with how I looked. Also I think weight loss is all about finding your happy weight. I first read the term ‘happy weight’ in a mag article years ago and it was about finding the weight at which you’re happy with yourself 95% of the time (I’m not naive enough to think that most women don’t have their insecurities even when they feel their best) but that you can still eat that piece of cake, have that extra glass of wine or just actually have a life, y’know? I don’t ever hate anyone for dieting, even though it does drive me insane when skinny girls obsess over their weight, and I really hate it when dieting stops people from having a life, and they feel they should be saying no to a glass of wine over a gossip, or cake at a meet up. A diet should work for you, not the other way around.
So my happy weight is 9 and a half stone. I’m finally pulling my finger out and working on getting back there, courtesy of Weight Watchers (yes, I’m simply not disciplined enough to do it myself!) and a bit of will power in getting me back to the gym.
And then I’m going to treat me to some wardrobe updates for Autumn. Watch this space!
What’s your happy weight, and where are you now? Have I inspired you to try and get back there or are you perfectly happy the way you are? I’d love to hear what you guys have to say…
PS. I’m 5′ 6″ in case you’re wondering, and if you can’t be bothered to aspire towards a ‘happy weight’ I find shoes achieve much the same result – the higher the heel, the bigger the swagger and smile